Knowing not the way
it is through the opening
that knowledge is found
Bound not in paged tomes
for aged is the rock of life
hosting the common rooms
of experiences shared
once past the threshing floor
it is behind closed doors
the heart patterns its beat
The rationale of intent
rather a how to of what to do
coming to never matter much
once two hearts touch and render
their song of swelling lyrics
enabling the bearer to be
much more than a lonely one
as before there was favor
of feeling between two
The quintessence of souls abound
in surround sound of helplessness
of one will stretched toward another
lessening each enough for the bonding
to occur in the deafening silence
of the sacrificial air that fills the
crevices of understanding
then crest the rivers edge
in flowing search of
Love's wanting heart.
Vicki Perry©2009




